London is like a dream come true. As I ramble through it I am haunted by the curious feeling of something half-forgotten, but still dimly remembered, like a reminiscence of some previous state of existence. It is at once familiar and strange.
Joseph Fort Newton (1876-1950), Preaching in London: A Diary of Anglo-American Friendship
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This is exactly how I feel when in London, wandering the streets, !listening, seeing past the noise.
Thank you for your continuing posts. They are a nice way to start the day.
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Thanks for the comment and compliment.
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